Back To School On The Cul-De-Sac

It's back-to-school week here in these parts which is something I usually look forward to.

I have been working from home for a lot of years writing, editing, art-ing, so when September rolls around I have always looked forward to the return to quiet in the more lively neighborhoods where we've lived. But I've also always looked forward to the morning 'kid noise' as they wait for the bus, or the chatter of the parents with their coffee cups in hand as they see their offspring off. I've even always looked forward to the sound of the school buses as the pull up to their stops on the corners, arriving always at a precise time, say 8:11am or so, like clockwork every day, pun intended.

Except here on the cul-de-sac there is no back to school noise.

I think the few kids who live on this street get driven to school by their parents maybe, but whatever the case, there is no sign of them.  No little groups dressed in their new back-to-school clothes, unscuffed sneakers, stiff backpacks not yet broken in. No squeals of excitement for a new school year, for being back with their friends even though they've been lamenting the end of summer vacation.  

Instead, it's ghostly quiet, like living in a retirement village even though we did actually live in a retirement village a few years back (55+) and while there were no schoolkids or school buses in that village, there was still people noise, signs of life. 

Here?
Not so much.
And I don't like it.

this morning, no signs of life.

I can't get used to living in an area of no life signs.

Yesterday the neighbor had their house power-washed. I was annoyed by the noise of the machine at first but then I realized I was feeling glad to be hearing it, comforted even.  Life. People. Busy workers doing worker things. Less of that alone, deserted feeling.  Today, I can hear the sound of hammering in the distance and, again, I'm comforted.

Yes, I like going out on my back deck and hearing nothing but the birds singing and the cicadas cicada-ing.  I don't want to hear traffic and sirens and horns honking at the tailgating jerks who rule the roads nowadays.

                                                                    view from our quiet deck

But I do want to hear life.  Not noise, but life.
I want to know people have come out of their houses to enjoy the fresh air that's finally here after months of oppressive and depressive heat and humidity.  I want to hear more than sprinklers watering manicured lawns that no one actually uses.

And if I can't hear and see life in my own neighborhood, then I want to be able to go downtown and be amongst the living.
Except we don't have those kinds of downtowns nearby anywhere. 
Why is everyone always inside?

There is, of course, much to be said for quiet neighborhoods. Obviously that is a very desirable feature when one is searching for a home.  

However there is such a thing as too quiet.  Does that make sense?

So it seems the gypsy wind might be starting to stir and shift again, friends.  What does that mean, actually?  I'm not sure. But, as it has in the past, that old restless feeling has started to ever-so-slightly swirl around me.

I've become very aware that I need to throw myself a lifeline.  To rejoin the living.

My July 2025 Calendar

Neighborly Weekend

I decided to make a big batch of blueberry bourbon jalapeno bbq sauce this weekend and package it up to give to some of the neighbors who have been friendly-ish with us since we moved into this small, cul-de-sac development 15 months ago.

It's my way of reaching out, trying to be friendly and neighborly, especially since I am a hermit who doesn't actually leave the house all that much.  Also - and this will come as a shock to those who know me very well - I am extremely shy until I get to know someone pretty well.  The shyness has gotten much worse because of the psoriatric/lupus situation that has shown up all over my face making me look like a meth addict unless I wear heavy makeup which I don't often do or want to do.  Additionally, that situation has affected my teeth, making me doubly self-concious.  So I haven't really been out there, being as friendly as I normally would or could be.

Thankfully, JP is not the shy one in this relationship so he's the one who has mostly been doing the neighbor interaction thing, sort of like our own version of good cop/bad cop.  I'm the bad cop neighbor who is sitting in the house eating donuts while he's out there being the charming good cop neighbor to everyone.

The Laundromat + Delawareans v. NJ

Yesterday, in a cleaning frenzy, I decided that I needed to wash all of our blankets and quilts and then I decided that I needed to also wash all of our floor rugs and bath mats.

Being that this would require about 10 loads of wash, I decided to load up the truck and take it all to the laundromat because they have those giant machines.

I was expecting to go there, throw all my stuff in machines, then get out ASAP but I haven't been to a laundromat in a very long time so I needed a little help from the manager, a guy I'll call Pat in the interest of his privacy.

Well, it turns out that Pat is a really nice and helpful guy who manages the place. Pat had to show me how to load things so I didn't over- or under-fill the machines. The machines aren't marked to tell you how much they are, so Pat helped me with that, too ($11.50 for the ultra giant machine and $8.50 for the regular giant machine - total cost with drying was near $40!).  

He and I got to chit-chatting while things were drying and it turns out that, like me, Pat is also from New Jersey.  In fact he still vacations with his family in Point Pleasant, where I'm from. He showed me his NJ area code tattoo which is the literal mark of a loyal New Jerseyan.

 
Pat asked me how I was liking Delaware and I admitted to him that I'm struggling with living here due to it being vastly different from NJ (I'll elaborate in a future post). He said he understood because he's been living here for years and he's still strugglng, too.  He confirmed what I've been feeling since I moved here:  Delawareans don't take too kindly to New Jersey transplants.

The New Jersey transplant thing has gotten old for me and I roll my eyes every time I hear some Delawarean go on about it.  You know what NJ is filled with? People from other places. You know what NJ does about that?  Nothing, except maybe build more places where all the people from all over the place can spend their money like restaurants and shops and delis.  New Jerseyans are smart like that: they act on opportunity when they see it instead of sitting around whining and taking to their keyboards to complain about it.
Also, why are there no real delis in Delaware? Why does everyone go to Wawa instead for hoagies (God, I hate that word. It's a sub.)  Why is there no culture here?  It's the East Coast, for God's sake. Except for that one Italian area in Wilmington which is barely Italian compared to Italian areas in Jersey, there are no cultural areas in the entire state.

When I was a little kid in Elizabeth NJ, my friend group consisted of Polish kids, Irish kids, Italian kids, black kids, Puerto Rican kids, Filippino kids, Brazilian kids, Portuguese kids, some kids from NY, and that one girl from Sacramento, CA.  

(i'm the one seated behind the girl with the yellow shirt)

You know what we all did?  We played together and went on adventures and got to eat a whole bunch of different foods that our mom's cooked and fed to us neighborhood kids (Okay, my mom didn't really cook all that much but we almost always had baloney and Wonder bread home to eat.  And PB&J. And my mom worked in a diner so we could go there if we got hungry), like those sandwiches Mrs. Diaz used to make with that Portuguese cheese on Portuguese rolls. 

One time I remember me and my friend group walked from school to White Castle on the Route 1&9 highway.  We looked like a walking advertisement for United Colors of Benetton, there were so many nations represented among us.

By the way, people come together for White Castle. It's still that way. Everyone is equal at White Castle.
But Delawareans wouldn't know that because there are no White Castle's in this entire state!

OK, sorry about the tangents. You should know I'm like the queen of tangents.

The truth is that I'm not happy living in Delaware - there, I said it - and one of the reasons for that is the NJ transplant thing that I'm beyond tired of hearing about.  I should add that when we lived in New Castle county some years back, no one there cared that we were from NJ.  In lower Delaware (Kent/Sussex) they do care. A lot. Be mindful of that if you're thinking of moving here from anywhere.

Last year I had some painters come around to give estimates.  One of them asked me if I was from NJ. I said I was and he said that he'd "be adding 25% to the estimate ha ha".  Guess who didn't get the job?
That's how we roll in Jersey.  Ha ha.

Anyway, the laundromat.
So I met Pat and had a nice chat with him and then there were some other nice people there and the place is super clean and now I think I'm going to bring my laundry there regularly even though I have a perfectly new washer and dryer, because I need to get out of the house more and be around people more and God knows there's nothing else to do in the godforsaken state*.

I just won't tell them I'm a proud New Jerseyan who is counting the days until I can move back there.
I think Pat will keep my secret.  He's one of "us".

My new hobby: hanging at the laundromat.

Oh well.  Maybe I'll get some good stories out of going there like when you overhear stuff at bars and hair salons.

It might be time to get that 'literal mark of a true New Jerseyan'. Is it irony if I go to a Delaware tattoo shop to get a NJ tattoo?

*My feelings about downstate Delaware are based on my own experience. There are plenty of people who love it here and I'm glad for them because it's terrible when you don't like where you live.

July 2025 (aka Month In Which I Accomplish Nothing)

Here's where things are at right now:

July is endless and terrible and humid and stifling and far too sunny even though it's been raining frequently and did I mention humid, etc?
Back in the olden days, it would get cooler and less humid after it rained.  Not so anymore. Nowadays the rain seems to make it worse.

I'm reverse hibernating, as I do every summer - looking forward to coming out of my cave once the air becomes breathable again in fall and winter.

I noticed some unusual activity for this blog in the form of more views, counter hits, etc.  Got me wondering who is coming here to read my drivel.  Neighbors?  Arch-nemeses? New friends to make?
I went ahead and installed some tracking things so I could find out.  Might be interesting to see.
Hello, whoever you are.

Sherb turned 40 on 7/13 
I'm still trying to wrap myself around that.
So is she.

I spent some time thinking about the those who have cast her aside (you know who you are) for the sole reason being that she is my daughter...and all that they are missing out on by not knowing and loving wonderful her.  Their loss, her gain...because she deserves quality people in her life, not asshats.

I'm putting forth more effort to learn the video software I purchased at least a year ago.
I love making videos - the process is so fun and creative - but I haven't done it in a pretty long time.
I am not loving the new software and can't seem to find a program that flows seamlessly enough for me.
Oddly, I used to make videos that featured my artwork very regularly using Windows goofy and basic movie program, but they eliminated that and nothing's felt right since.  Experienced video makers will make fun of me for being a simpleton but it's fine. I believe that you should stick with what works for you even if it means not doing something the way the masses are.

Yeah, that applies to much more than movie-making, by the way.

                                        

I also want to update my website.
Except every time I log on to do that I wind up just sitting there, staring at the monitor, overwhelmed until I blank out (blaNk, not black) and log off.

I pay a ton of money to have that website. One day I hope to actually do something with it. 😕

I have to go now so I can go outside in the searing heat to water the plants for the millionth time in the ongoing battle with the sun, which gives life while also trying to kill everything it sets itself onto.

Sixty-something days until fall, y'all.
If you're summer weary like me, hang in there.  We'll get through it.

actual picture of me going outside to water the plants

June 2025 Watercolor Calendar

I decided (in mid-June) to start keeping a monthly calendar featuring a daily highlight illustrated in watercolor.

It's a way to spark my creativity every day and it's really working because after a few days I started to very much look forward to filling in each day.

Here's what the second half of June looked like for me:

:: click on image to enlarge ::

We Sold The Camper

Last week we talked it over and decided it was time to sell the camper.

When we moved to Delaware last year, we initially had the camper parked in our driveway but I hated how much room it took up especially since have three vehicles also parked in the driveway - four, whenever Sherb is here - so we rented a space at a storage facility and it's been there ever since.  We have not used it one time since then but we've been making the monthly loan payment, the monthly storage payment, and insurance.  It didn't make sense to keep doing that anymore. 

We bought it because we had grand plans of hooking it up and taking off to one place or another each weekend except that never wound up happening and one of the biggest reasons for that is...

I didn't like it very much.

The biggest problem I had with the thing is that the air conditioner runs incredibly loud inside.  Like, headache-inducing loud.  Like, no-way-I-can-sleep-with-that-thing-running loud. You might be thinking that you wouldn't be inside all that much while camping but that was not the case for us.  If it rains, you're inside. If it's too hot out, you're inside.  If the bugs are relentless, you're inside. If you're tired and want to sleep or nap, you're inside.

Which brings us to...being inside.  On the few occasions that we camped with it, there were three of us (me, JP, Sherb) and Luna the doggie.  Not a lot of room to move around with three adults and a dog in there.  Also, I hated the couch which was really a loveseat.  A pleather, uncomfortable, too small loveseat.  Oh, and the TV was above the dining table.  And I would be remiss if I didn't talk about the bed which was really a sort of half bed.  JP had to kind of lay at an angle to fit his 6'2" self on it.

And then there's the outside factor.  When people take their campers/RVs/etc to a campground, they hook up to electricity and water upon arriving and then set up all their outside gear like folding chairs and tables, etc.  

And then that's what you do if you are not going exploring anywhere - you kind of just sit around outside your camper.  I'm not a sit around kinda person.  Take me to the beach and see what happens.  Everyone on the beach would be happily laying on their towels or sitting in a chair reading or whatever...and I'm getting antsy and anxious after about 30 minutes in a "okay, now what?" way.  Maybe it's all the coffee I drink and the subsequent effects of caffeine, I don't know.

Then there's the schlepping thing.  Shopping for and packing up food and snacks and beverages and condiments and plates, utensils, pots, pans, linens, health and beauty items, books, art supplies, clothes, shoes, swimsuits, blah blah blah.  So much work.

I'm not actually sure what we were thinking when we bought the camper.
We are sometimes really good at making bad decisions and I'm pretty sure purchasing this camper was one of them.  I have a significant amount of hotel (bedbug) phobia and we were thinking that having our own hotel on wheels with our own stuff would be a solution - and it is, but there were other drawbacks we just hadn't thought of until we were 15k into it.

Before we moved to Delaware we had the camper parked in our New Jersey driveway (see below) and that's when I most enjoyed it.  We sort of used it as an extension to our house - an extra suite, per se - and we would often go out to the camper with our cocktails for a driveway happy hour.  That was fun.  Beyond that, not so much.

I still like the idea of having a camper (if there is one with a quiet air conditioner) especially because hotels freak me out so much, but I also never liked the hooking it to the pickup truck part which I found to be very nerve-racking as I waited for it to somehow disconnect as we were driving or having to suddenly swerve and turning it and us onto our side and causing a major pileup (thanks, anxiety).  

I guess for now, though, we'll just stick to day trips and sleeping in our own comfy bed at home each night.

Not Fun In The Summertime

Today is the first day of summer.

Here is a picture of me with itchy autoimmune sun rash after spending 5 minutes in sunshine.

Yay summer  (not).

94 days until fall.

Prepping (SADly) For Summer

Summer is upon us and so I shall be found in my own personal hermitage...
hiding from the heat, humidity, sun, crowds..

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